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With the little that I know about dancing,
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With the little that I know about left-foot-right,
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Maybe I can turn these blues into something... bright.
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With the little that I know about waiting,
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With the little that I know about ticking time,
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Maybe I can manage to imagine your heart beat next to mine.
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Love blooms. Love grows. Love falls off the tree.
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But love sleeps under the snow while the chilly lovers leave. But then
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love wakes. Love yawns. Love brushes off the leaves.
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Love is reaching out one morning, trembling and green.
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With the little that I know about bicycles,
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With the little that I know about the long, slow climb,
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Maybe if I shift my gears I can take my... time.
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With the little that I know about sailing,
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With the little that I know about the changing tides,
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Maybe if I move with the rhythm, it's an easier ride.
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Love lives. Love dies. Love wraps up inside.
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But love sleeps in the cocoon while the chilly lovers hide. But then,
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love warms. Love stirs. Love breaks from old things.
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Love is reaching out one morning trembling its wings.
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With the little that I know about jugg-uh-ling,
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With the little that I know about give and take,
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Maybe I can learn one lesson out of each mistake.
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With the little that I know about faith,
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With the little that I know about the distant light,
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Maybe I can manage to imagine a daybreak after night.
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Love sparks. Love burns. Love turns off the heat.
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But love sleeps under the coals while the chilly lovers leave. But then,
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love warms. Love stirrs. Love brushes off the dust.
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Love is reaching out one night, full of trembling and trust.
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With the little that I know about dancing,
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With the little that I know about waiting,
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The little that I know about bicycles,
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With the little that I know about sailing,
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The little that I know about jugg-uh-ling,
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With the little that I know about give and take,
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Maybe I can learn one lesson out of each mistake.
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Maybe I can learn one lesson out of each mistake.
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¨Ï David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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With The Little That I Know
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| David Wilcox |
